Maera Vellune

Born in the elevated spires of Bundushur, The Floating City of Magic, Maera Vellune grew up surrounded by spellcraft and scholarship. Her family were chartmancers — mages who combined cartography and enchantment to maintain the city’s levitation patterns. For them, maps weren’t just drawings; they were spells, and every line had meaning.

From a young age, Maera was fascinated less by the floating city above and more by the lands below. She collected old parchment, trader rumors, and dust-choked scrolls about places that had fallen off official maps after the Abericlase collapse. Where others saw irrelevance, she saw stories — places people had forgotten to remember.

Her fey-touched blood gave her an instinctive sensitivity to motion and pattern. She claimed she could hear maps — that ink whispered where it wanted to go. Her professors dismissed this as superstition until her animated chart of the southern ley streams accurately predicted a drift, allowing measures to be made on the Levistones for adjustments of the city.

When Bundushur’s Collegium forbade her from mapping “unsecured territories” without sanction, Maera didn’t argue. She simply closed her journal, set her quill aside, and walked out of her tower. The scholars assumed she’d cool off — no one leaves Bundushur. Why would they? The floating city has no hunger, no storms, no dirt underfoot. But Maera was tired of maps that never touched the ground.

Her first encounter with Loryn Trav was on the edge of the Luminara Territory and Kragthor Territory where she was half-starved, soaked in rain, and drawing a map in the mud. Loryn gave her food and asked what she was sketching.

“A way back,” she said.
“Then you’ll fit right in,” he replied.

From that moment, she became the Wayfarer’s Guild’s first cartographer, turning their routes into living records. Every branch of the guild still uses her sigil-stamped maps — all bearing a faint shimmering signature that shifts with the land itself.